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Hello again, Thank you for being here. In this ongoing journey of self-reflection, I find solace in the act of putting my thoughts into words. Whether anyone else reads this or not, the significance lies in my own understanding. For those familiar with my blog, you're aware of the ongoing battle with what I would describe as mild depression—a struggle manifesting through tears, feelings of profound sadness, frustration, and a lack of ambition or motivation. On the days when my little daughter isn't with me, I often find myself retreating home after work. I shut out external light, creating a space for introspection or immersing myself in online content to escape. This week, reality hit hard. The person with whom I shared the last 12 years has chosen to move forward, making life-altering decisions independently. For context, I left our shared home in 2017, and the subsequent year saw our divorce unfold during an attempted reconciliation—yes, life's ironic twists. Shared cust

 My last post was about something that was about to happen and it didn't. I was about to make life-changing decisions that would have an impact on this triangle of a family.  In the end, it didn't happen, it seems that finding an apartment without a job it's something of a task. At the same time a dancing studio accepted me as a Karate teacher and I've started given classes to little kids. The decision to stay in Madrid was becoming clearer. But the reasons for staying where far from simple.  I was having conversations with my ex-wife for us to move to the south of Spain, but it didn pan out,  the first option was for me to move by myself for a few months and sort of scout the area , and then my daughter and my ex-wife would make the final move. I was not convinced that she would do that, I was not getting any luck with my apartment search and at the end everything crumbled down. We did not move, we all stayed in Madrid, the company that I've worked for over a year

Hi! It's me again! I've been away for a while. I don't feel like writing, I don't feel like exercising, I don't feel like feeling... This mid-life crisis shit is taking a tool and I'm not sure what to do.  Over the years I've had conversations with some friends that live in the south of Spain about moving there and change my life forever. Living in the same city for nearly 22 years it's becoming tired. The fact that the last 5 years have been hellish emotionally also doesn't help.  My ex-wife and I have been trying to save whatever last bit of love that we can find inside of us to continue a very dysfunctional and uninterested relationship for the sake of our daughter. We love our daughter and we want to create a stable environment for us 3 to be in.  We know that we can't have a normal relationship, but we keep trying and trying and it hurts. But for some reason, we keep doing it and getting hurt in the process. Our therapist says that it's